22
'Thou need not cast off thy gowns of brown,
For I can make thee lady of many a town.
23
'Thou need not cast off thy gowns of red,
For I can maintain thee with both wine and bread.'
24
The bridegroom thought he had the bonnie bride wed,
But Young Hyn Horn took the bride to bed.
C.
a. Motherwell's Note-Book, p. 42: from Agnes Lyle. b. Motherwell's MS., p. 413: from the singing of Agnes Lyle, Kilbarchan, August 24, 1825.
1
Young Hyn Horn's to the king's court gone,
Hoch hey and an ney O
He's fallen in love with his little daughter Jean.
Let my love alone, I pray you
2
He's bocht to her a little gown,
With seven broad flowers spread it along.
3
She's given to him a gay gold ring.
The posie upon it was richt plain.
4
'When you see it losing its comely hue,
So will I my love to you.'
5
Then within a little wee,
Hyn Horn left land and went to sea.